Fuck your gender binary

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A/N: ok so there's some Spanish in this but I used google translate so I'm not sure if it's right. If it's not please feel free to correct me.

Peters P.O.V
It's been about an hour after dinner. I was in my room laying down trying to not fall asleep.

I was hoping to go on patrol tonight, but that changed when Deadpool teleported into my room. I let out a scream when he popped out of nowhere, but he put his hand over my mouth to silence me.

When he took his off my mouth, I smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

"Wade! I have so much to tell you," I said excitedly.

"I already now Petey Benjamin Stark-Rogers. I read the last few chapters," I ignored his weird comments and just smiled.

I was so happy.

"You know petey I don't think I've seen you smile so much." Wade commented.

"Not since you asked me out," I stated. He laughed.

"Yeah that was a good day," Wade smiles as we reminisced.

The day started like any other, I woke up late and was running to school. Four months ago I had long hair, so it didn't help me when it continued to get in my face.

As I ran I had checked my watch to see I was already 5 minutes late to class. I still had about 10 minutes of running left before I was even on campus.

Due to that, I decided to skip. That was the first and only time I've skipped because when I got home I was grounded for 5 days. I wasn't even allowed to go to work without pops or dad walking me.

Anyway, since I decided to skip, I walked into a local cafe to get some coffee and maybe some breakfast. On my way there, however, I spotted Deadpool arguing with a Hispanic man.

The man was yelling angrily at Deadpool and Deadpool was yelling back,"¡NO ME IMPORTA! ¡SÓLO DAME UNA CHIMICHANGA!" (I do not care! Just give me a chimichanga!)

The small Hispanic man just yelled back,"¡YA TE DIJE QUE SE NOS ACABARON! ¡LO SIENTO SEÑOR!" (I already told you we ran out! I'm sorry sir!)

The conversation continued on like that until I busted out laughing. That caught both of their attentions.

"I'm sorry," I said I'm between laughs," It's just funny that you two are arguing about chimichangas."

"HEY," Deadpool yelled, "there's nothing funny about not getting a chimichanga! And shouldn't a pipsqueak like you be in school?"

"Shouldn't you be doing something better with you're life?" I fired back.

"Touché. You know I like you kid, the names Deadpool."

He held out his hand for a hand shake.
At the time I wasn't sure of what I wanted my name to be so I just told him Peggy.

"Oh like from Hamilton! You know 'And Peggy!'"

That caused me to laugh. From that day on we always hung out. It wasn't until a week before my birthday that I realized I liked him. That had to be the most awkward week of my life. I was an awkward and blushing mess for that entire week.

Then when my birthday came, him and I spent the day together. That was the day I finally saw Deadpool without his mask. He had asked me what I wanted for my birthday.

"I want to see you without your mask."

He didn't want to at first. He continuously said that I would be disgusted or that I would run away, but I promised I wouldn't.

Reluctantly, he took it off. I couldn't help but gasp. He immediately went to put the mask back on at my gasp, but I shot my arm out to stop him.

"Peg leg let me put it back on, please. You're clearly disgusted."

I had never heard him sound so weak and vulnerable.

"Wade, I'm not disgusted. I'm... in awe. You look so handsome Wade. I love the way you look Wade. You look absolutely magnificent."

After that day, he wore his mask less around me. Then a week after that day, he asked me out. He had brought me a dozen roses and some chocolate due to him being a hopeless romantic.

"You know I was also gonna do a whole song and dance number, but I thought that would be too cheesy." Wade said.

I laughed," Of course you did."

I then pulled him into a kiss. His lips are always chapped and scarred, but they are still soft. He pulled away and smiled. He was about to say something when his phone beeped. He pulled it out and cursed.

"Sorry peter I gotta go, love you!"

And with that he jumped out the window before I could say I love you back. I then went back to working on calculus homework.